Cows

I was wracking my brain yesterday to try to remember what it was that I wanted to blog about. I knew I had an idea. I even thought at the time I have to remember this because this is something that needs to be documented. But I couldn't remember to save my life.

Then last night at Belle's dance class another mom said something that turned on my light bulb.

We were driving the other day (Belle and I) and she says to me, "The cow's private parts feel funny. I don't like it."

Me giggling I try to say something but it comes out all mumbled.

She then proceeds to tell me that it is rough but the part above it is soft.

I am trying so hard not to out right laugh. I am after all trying to encourage her to tell me anything and everything.

I had to ask her which part was the cows private part and she told me it was the part where the milk comes out.

So I tried to explain that it wasn't really their private parts. That it is a little different because it was a milking cow and that is how we get our milk. But technically that isn't true.
Anyway, she said she is NOT milking a cow again.

Of course in my head I am saying, "You just remember that feeling until you are much, much, much older"